[Ah. Alucard realizes only in the moment that he hasn't had the talk abuot going home yet with Himeka. He's come to assume that most people he knows and associates with have long since determined the dhampir's resolve to stay, but...no, it makes sense. He doesn't see Himeka nearly as often. Of course this discussion hasn't happened between the two of them.

He shakes his head no, following up Geralt's statement.]

Everything I've built is here. I've no desire to return.

[He's Alucard here, responsible for architecture and art projects. Not Alucard who killed his father. Not the son of Dracula. The thought of returning to Wallachia and to those expectations make him feel sick at heart these days.

It is so much easier to dunk on food in this company. So Alucard indulges, lazily raising up his hunk of bread as if it is a glass of wine to declare cheers to Himeka's statement about celebrating.]

I probably already know the answer to this, but I'll ask anyway - was your flour mostly rocks and flour substitute?

[Alucard was well aware that the refinement of flour marked class in Wallachia and other countries. He would not be surprised if the same held true on the Continent.] Or was this a question of monster hunters have no time for baking?